[HP] End of Death

"I never thought that the Confusion Curse would work so well...! It's so satisfying to see what happened to him—"

"That's fantastic! I never thought you did so well in Charms—"

They held their stomachs and laughed for a while, Harry patted Draco on the shoulder: "Let's go back, and destroy the locket first."

"Yeah." Draco reacted, they put on the invisibility cloak together, and walked up the stairs leading to the eighth floor of the castle.

The locket was originally kept by Hermione and Ron, and has been kept in Hermione's pearl purse.In the evening, when they returned from the kitchen with dinner, Harry couldn't wait to share his and Draco's adventures with them, and as expected, he was scolded by Hermione.

"Harry, you mean you sneaked into the headmaster's office?"

"It was me and Draco—"

"And was discovered by Snape?"

"Uh……"

"I told you not to run around! How dare you—how dare—you said it was dangerous! Malfoy!" She suddenly pointed her finger at Draco, "Why are you making trouble with him? ? You should stop him—"

"The things he decides are always hard to change, you know." Draco raised his head and replied lazily.

"Forget it, Hermione, didn't they get the sword back too..." Ron smoothed things over softly, the girl glared at him, but still folded her hands and said nothing.

"Also, did you bother others in class?"

"Oh, I was about to tell you, Hermione, you don't know how bad that teacher is—"

"So you're recklessly breaking in again? Harry? And you, Malfoy?"

"Hmm..." Harry regretted bringing it up a bit.

"I cast the Confusion Curse. If you want to curse, come towards me." Draco said suddenly, pulling Harry behind him, "Don't bully Harry for being good-tempered."

"—Is he in a good temper?"

"Who bullied him?"

Ron and Hermione yelled at the same time, and Harry had to cover his ears.

After arguing for 5 minutes, Hermione finally took out the locket and put it on the ground.The four of them stared at the exquisite little box in a circle, and fell into a kind of solemnity inexplicably.

"Come on, Harry," said Ron in awe, looking at the goose-egg-sized ruby-studded sword in Harry's hand.

Harry swallowed, feeling a strange feeling in his heart for some reason.Looking at the vivid snake-shaped pattern on the locket, he shook his head slightly, and whispered in a Parseltongue: "Open."

The locket opened with a sound, and a cloud of mist rose from inside.The mist condensed into a big boy, he looked at them coldly, and said softly: "Oh, Potter...you can't do it, I know what you're afraid of..."

"Harry, swing your sword!" Hermione yelled.

"...your friends will die because of you, and you will live up to their expectations..."

"Harry! Come on!"

"...you can't lead them to success, of course success is mine, poor boy..."

"Harry!"

He stared straight at the coldly smiling boy, his face was distorted, his eyes were in a trance, and the hand holding the sword was trembling, making one suspect that he would throw the sword on the ground in the next moment.He couldn't hear the anxious cries of his friends, those voices were illusory and distant, as if they came from another world, so unreal.

"Harry!"

The boy's illusory figure turned into several corpses, and Harry recognized them as Ron, Hermione, and Draco. They were lying stiff on the ground, their eyes protruding, staring blankly in one direction.

With a flash of silver light, the locket on the ground split from the middle, and Riddle's projection twisted into a black vortex screaming and annihilated.Harry gripped the Gryffindor sword tightly, staring at the broken locket, panting.

The sword slipped from his hand, he softened as if he had lost all his strength, and took a step back, Draco hurried over and hugged him, comforting him in his ear.

Ron and Hermione put away the pieces of the locket and the sword, and they looked at Harry worriedly. Hermione seemed to want to say something, but Ron shook his head at her: "Let's talk about it next time."

"But……"

"He's tired, it's not too late to talk about it tomorrow."

Harry didn't hear what the two friends were talking about, and his mind was still reeling from Riddle's words, and the final crushing scene.Even though the Horcrux had been destroyed, the remaining spiritual influence still restrained him, and it even tended to intensify.Draco helped him onto the bed and hugged him tightly from behind.

"Relax, Harry," he said softly, "lean on me, relax... you're doing very well, very well..."

Harry's eyes were in a daze, and he didn't know if he heard him.Draco gently massaged his back, he was not very good at massage, he had only seen some descriptions in books, so he tried to press his acupoints by feeling to relax his tense muscles.

Moving his slender and strong fingers over his body, he felt Harry's body gradually heat up and become more rigid.Draco was wondering if his method was wrong, Harry pushed him away with his backhand, glared back at him, then turned around and put his arms around him, rubbing his neck.

The corners of Draco's mouth couldn't help but rise, and Harry's attachment to him made him extremely satisfied.He immediately wanted to hug him and make love, but the atmosphere was broken by Ron who suddenly opened the curtain, and the latter didn't realize it.

"Are you all right, Harry? Do you need some water?" he asked.

Only then did Harry let go of Draco, turned his head to smile at him, and said "it's all right".

"Okay...you must tell us if you feel uncomfortable." Ron said, he saw Draco's unfriendly eyes as soon as he turned his eyes, so he pushed back without showing any weakness, opened the curtain and left.

Harry rubbed his head. He had experienced too many things that day. He just wanted to sleep well, so he took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower, completely oblivious to the sad eyes of someone behind him.

And when he came back, Draco was still sitting on his bed in the same position, and Harry pushed him aside, pulling the quilt over him.

"I'm going to bed, Draco."

"I'll accompany you—"

"No, not tonight." Harry lay on his side, raising a hand to stroke Draco's side neck, "I'll be dreaming tonight, you can't sleep next to me."

These words were spoken by him very naturally.His premonition came from nowhere, but Harry knew it was it.

A soft gleam fell on the two of them, outlining a pale golden translucent edge around Draco's body.He pursed his lips and kept stroking Harry's temples, looking a little unhappy.He had been trying to get into Harry's bed in various ways during the weeks they had been in the Room of Requirement - often successfully, and now it seemed rather out of habit to let him sleep back in his own bed.

Harry pushed himself up and kissed the corner of his mouth, hugged him, and said "good night".

He lay down and soon fell asleep.All the panic that was deliberately suppressed during the day was magnified countless times, and turned into overwhelming black rain, giant peaks that were difficult to climb, and inescapable fog that trapped him in the maze. The statue stood in front of him and sneered at him, repeating a sentence in a high-pitched and shrill voice:

"Give it up, give it up, give it up..."

He ran wildly on the cramped streets in the black rain, trying to escape from the tall projection.The alley shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the space to pass through became narrower and narrower. Harry closed his eyes and sprinted forward, but still bumped into a wet, cold wall.His brain was dazed, and the dirty rainwater continued to flow down the undulating curves of his face and seep into his shirt.

A shadow fell on him, and Harry turned around. The pale, flat snake's face split the night like a bolt of lightning. He couldn't breathe, and he slid slowly to the ground.

Voldemort walked up to him slowly and put his hand on his chin.

"It seems that last time didn't make your memory long, Potter... maybe you have forgotten your situation, but it doesn't matter, you will remember everything soon..." He said softly, squeezing his chin again and again. It got a little heavier, and Harry seemed to hear the sound of bones cracking.

"You'll know what sacrifices your friends have made for you...how great, isn't it? They'll soon make even greater sacrifices - it's touching to die for you... "

"No!"